Without even time to marvel, Lizzie ran alone through the building of the town hall - apparently overrun by enemy spells.

The atmosphere had become rather eerie, and some of the rooms had almost been reduced to a sea of blood, and under the bright red light, some fragments that were no longer humanoid could be faintly seen. There was blood everywhere in the hallway, but Lizzie felt that there were many strange things in the space around it.

But what went wrong?

If someone were to ask that, Lizzie Leernst, even if she tried her best to choose the wording, would probably only be able to answer "there is a problem everywhere". Of course, she knew that it would be ambiguous to answer with such an answer, but Lizzie had no way to point out exactly what was wrong.

She only had a vague feeling of this, and she couldn't ignore its presence—her instinct told her that there was something different from the "usual" in the blood-red streamer that permeated the town hall building. However, the surrounding Qiē has been completely anomalous under the influence of magic, so that Lizzie can't even tell what she should really pay attention to.

The sense of incongruity does not come all the time, Lizzie just feels that there is something in this "space", something very different from the daily life she is used to. Lizzie stepped through the blood stains that flowed down the hallway and ran towards the upper floors where the roar was still heard.

Although there was a vague premonition of uneasiness in her heart, she did not tell anyone about it. Because she couldn't be sure if her perception was functioning properly in the world that had changed, rather than creating illusions along with the spatial anomaly.

Lizzie herself wants it to be her own delusion, because there are so many places where there are obvious "anomalies" - but I'm afraid it's just wishful thinking on her part. Strange sensations still invaded her senses from time to time. Lizzie felt that her sight and hearing were being disturbed.

Sorcery is a technique that uses the information they have to interfere with the information of the known world, so mages rely heavily on their senses to obtain information. It's not all. Lizzie noticed that the magic in the air was also affected, and gradually became colored with manic restlessness.

If you don't know something, you can't use a spell. To be a qualified sorcerer, one must possess the ability to calmly analyze the situation no matter what the situation. Instinct may sometimes prevail over reason, but to see the truth requires a more precise vision.

The only weapons she could use as weapons were her own magic and a knife she carried with her, and Lizzie regretted not borrowing a more powerful weapon from the civil servants. But now was no time to regret it, she could only speed up her pace, for she could already feel an even thicker smell of blood coming from above.

As she sped onto the staircase on the next floor, a qiē sound disappeared from her ears. The chaotic cacophony of civil servants and the roar of battle disappeared in an instant, and only the sound of her footsteps and the dripping of some liquid flowed in the vast space, and when she looked back, the staircase she had come to was blocked by a meager layer of light. The pale blue light formed an intricate pattern, which was set up in front of Lizzie.

Judging from the patterns and patterns of movement that appear in the magic, this is different from the spells of Sain Democlus, showing a smooth and gentle brilliance. It may be that the mages under the town hall have repaired the Rubik's Cube after taking out the enemy, but in reality, Lizzie is locked up.

If there's anything worse than that, it's that someone has been locked up in this level with their own assailants. Until now, Lizzie had no idea what was striking the City Hall building, only after the roar. The red light from the window rushed into the building like a tide of blood.

If the enemy was just as mentally controlled by the Black Mud as those who attacked Lizzie at the Silver Tower, then their target was clearly the people who were in the middle of the meeting. In case reinforcements are too late to lend a helping hand, then Lizzie has no doubt that they will directly use a spell to eliminate a possible threat.

Abbot François asked her to make contact in order to draw the attention of the guards in the town hall to an enemy who may have infiltrated them. Lizzie is feeling terrible right now. It was as if Sain Democla had foreseen her actions and chose to start planning at this time.

"Ahhhhh A terrible scream rang from the end of the horizontally stretched hallway, tearing apart the air that had almost frozen. "Who's here to help, who can help me"

It sounded like someone had been struck by something, and it sounded like it was biting into a part of his body. And he was completely powerless to stop it. However, the screams soon faded to a faint level, and eventually even the slightest gasp faded away.

Lizzie looked in the direction of the sound, but couldn't tell where the person was from the direction it came from. She didn't rush through the blood-stained hallway, because in such a situation, reckless action would put herself in trouble.

Not only are the empty corridors, but you can also see the open doors on both sides - judging by the decoration and furnishings, it is usually used by people of status. Only now, the place has been ruthlessly destroyed, and blackened blood flows from behind those solid gates.

"Hey, is anyone alive?" Lizzie paused to look around, then shouted loudly, but there was no movement in the quiet hallway, "I'm a sorcerer who came to contact on behalf of Abbot François - dead or alive, hear my voice and respond!"

However, no one responded to her call, let alone a person, not even the subtle resonance of the spirit. If it weren't for the sound of her shouting still echoing under the porch, Lizzie might have wondered if something was wrong with her ears - and if it were, it might have been better.

Lizzie frowned and looked around, the hallway covered in a variegated carpet was covered in red blood, and even the places that weren't supposed to be stained with blood were heavily painted red. The viscous liquid seems to be alive, flowing quietly throughout the corridor.

She silently held her hand in the handle of the knife in her pocket, and then stepped closer and closer in the direction from which the sound came. Lizzie allowed her magic to stretch outward, trying to catch the abnormal magical activity around her, but in the utter chaos of the space, it was not easy for her to find a normal place.

The most terrible thing about hiding a drop of water is to sprinkle it into the sea - the anomaly is stored in the anomaly, and it is extremely difficult to identify it. Although the strange magic power had not yet flooded to such a large extent, Liqi still clearly felt the malice that pervaded all around her.

This is their dominant home field, and in this space shrouded in a dead blood-like glow, Lizzie is the one who shouldn't be a foreign object.

She rested her hand on the wall and walked down the hallway in the direction of the sound, faintly audible breathing in the quiet box. Drops of magic spilled from Lizzie's fingers, leaving a pale streak as thick as spider's silk on the blood-red walls.

She walked forward step by step, trying to push the doors of the rooms along the way, but they seemed to merge with the space, and no matter how hard Lizzie tried, she didn't move. I could vaguely see some liquid oozing into the hallway through the crack in the door, and the sticky touch was not known if it was oil or blood.

There was no way - they were so straightforward to tell Sù Liqi the answer, as if deliberately leading her to the only "right" path. Lizzie couldn't help but want to laugh at the magician who controlled this strange space, but she made no secret that it might be a trap.

However, he could do so, because even if the hallway was a blatant "trap", Lizzie could only jump into it with her eyes open. She had no way out, and all the rooms in the hallway were sealed off except for the empty door at the front.

"Sein Democra, why do you bother, how boring are you to spend so long pretending to be a ghost just to get me here?" Standing in front of the hidden wooden door, Lizzie shouted into the door without hiding her sarcasm.

However, no one responded to her ridicule, and only the smell of blood from the slightly open door greeted Lizzie in the silent space. It was as if they were telling her to come in, and even the heavy door that labeled "Conference Room" couldn't stop them from smelling.

Since the other party has always hidden his whereabouts, Liqi naturally doesn't need to be polite to him. It was too late, but she raised her kick and slammed into the door with a lot of magic power, tearing the heavy wooden structure from the wall.

Ahead of her, she was greeted by a space filled with corpse fragments, dripping blood still dripping slowly down the walls. Not even a full human form could be seen, all of them were in tatters - and looking at the bodies in pieces, they looked like they had been destroyed from within.

It's really a bad taste, worse than the "artist" who made zuò crafts from the corpses of the Slots. However, if we put together the information now, since the "artist" is subordinate to the True Eye, it is not surprising that Sein Democlus has crossed paths with him.

Although her heart was full of disgust, looking at the bloody conference room in front of her, Lizzie didn't dare to be careless. She gathered the magic in her body, ready for a possible enemy attack, and then cautiously walked to a large bookshelf deep in the room.

It was the only place in the room that wasn't dyed red. (To be continued......)